Thirteen's POV
"Devin put that down before you hurt someone." I hear Chase tell him. This can't be good.
"Seriously man, you don't even know what that thing is." Jason chimes in.
Whatever Devin's holding he spins around with it in his hands and aims it at me as I walk up behind him. The worst part about that?
I recognize it.
My eyes widen I react on instinct as I grab hold of it with one hand and then grab hold of Devin's wrist with the other, pushing it away so it's no longer aimed at me. I twist it out of his hand and quickly fling it across the room. It hits the wall on the other end before falling into the sand.
I place a hand over my chest, not even realizing till now how my heart was racing. It takes me a minute to say anything.
"What the hell?! Don't point that thing at me!
